Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Nature -- Juvenile fiction; Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction
He begged her to do so, and she consenting poured a little into the palm
of her hand. It was thick and white as milk; then taking some on her
finger tip, she made him hold his eyes wide open while she rubbed it on
the eye-balls. It made his eyes smart, and everything at first looked
like a blue mist when he tried to see; then slowly the mist faded away
and the air had a new marvellous clearness, and when he looked away over
the plain beneath them he shouted for joy, so far could he see and so
distinct did distant objects appear. At one point where nothing but the
grey haze that obscured the distance had been visible, a herd of wild
cattle now appeared, scattered about, some grazing, others lying down
ruminating, and in the midst of the herd a very noble-looking,
tawny-coloured bull was standing.
"O mother, do you see that bull?" cried Martin in delight.
"Yes, I see him," she returned. "Sometimes he brings his herd to feed on
the hillside, and when I see him here another time I shall take you to
him, and put you on his back. But look now at the sky, Martin."
He looked up, and was astonished to see numbers of great birds flying
north, where no birds had appeared before. They were miles high, and
invisible to ordinary sight, but he could see them so distinctly, their
shape and colours, that all the birds he knew were easily recognized.
There were swans, shining white, with black heads and necks, flying in
wedge-shaped flocks, and rose-coloured spoonbills, and flamingoes with
scarlet wings tipped with black, and ibises, and ducks of different
colours, and many other birds, both water and land, appeared, flock
after flock, all flying as fast as their wings could bear them towards
the north.
He continued watching them until it was past noon, and then he saw fewer
and fewer, only very big birds, appearing; and then these were seen less
and less until there were none. Then he turned his eyes on the plain and
tried to find the herd of wild cattle, but they were no longer visible;
it was as he had seen it in the morning with the pale blue haze over all
the distant earth. He was told that the power to see all distant things
with a vision equal to his mother's was now exhausted, and when he
grieved at the loss she comforted him with the promise that it would be
renewed at some other time.
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